Buddy nods. "We should announce we are here before we go in, I would like to not be shot or stabbed today." Buddy makes sure his gun was loaded and ready before he walked a bit closer.

Joj holds out a shaking hand grasping the other mans hand in a thought that he was going to help him get up. He squeezes the hand as hard as he could which in this case was like he was giving a strong hand shake. "What this about?" Jojo whispers his voice shaking.

Caroline nodded and cleared her throat. "Hello? Who's out here?" Scanning the ruined building, there was a young boy leaning over something, more likely a someone. "Do you need help?"

"Well, I think it's likely you have a concussion... Joe. I'll help you up, but I don't think you should yet. You seem quite hurt and if you tried getting up, your motor and mobility skills would be quite uncoordinated." Then, he heard a woman's voice.
"Hello? Who's out there? Do you need help?"
He tensed and slowly let go of the man's hand and stood up. Should he call out or not? It was clear that Joe needed medical attention, but this person, no, people, there was another man, could be hostile. He saw the man grip something black, most likely a gun. Michael clenched his own gun tightly, which was concealed in his coat.

Buddy holds the gun at ready letting Coraline go the talking. There was two people, or was in a zombie? Were they both zombies? Could they take that chance?

Jojo grasps at the boys hand, fear in his eyes. "No! You can't leave! I can't walk, I can't talk, I can't fight! You leave and I'm as good as dead! You can't be that cruel!" He says in a high whisper. His ears rang still meaning he did not hear the other people.

The boy had gotten up. Caroline then then quickly realized he was the boy who had probably set off the fire in the hospital. She narrowed her eyes. He seemed around 13 or so, but juvenile delinquents streaks could begin at any age and was usually because of violent childhoods or disturbed mental states in general. Or sometimes, just plain stupidity.

Michael heard the man move with a panicked face. He gave him a 'just a minute; sign with his other hand, which reminded him of his dislocated shoulder. Which of course, was a huge, sore pain in the butt.
"I don't mean harm and this man needs help." He called out to the two figures, trying to make his voice placate. He face was streaked with dirt and grime, but his eyes were steely. "But I can fight." He recognized the woman from the hospital and tensed up his muscled.

Ryder stared down at the explosion area. He looked like the cliche assassin. Covering hood and a million weapons. Dark and dangerous. But that was basically the whole point. Be quick. Be silent. Be invisible. Be done.
But he had no assignment. So many were dead and not many targets. He was antsy. There was nothing to do. It wasn't like he could go off on killing sprees and destroyer anyone he saw. It was... Boring.

Douglass sat in the window of the house now folding paper airplanes out of some paper she had found. She sighs as yet another hits the female zombie in the head causing her to turn suddenly and claw at the sky. That should have made her laugh but the thought of how that was a living person once and she had taken her life. The girl lets a single tear fall, this was a stupid mistake.

Buddy lowers the gun a bit. "How bad is he hurt?" He asks knowing it would be easy to just put the man down out of his pain.

Jojo calms some yet still showed he was afraid. "Please don't leave.." He says. He sits up some in an attempt to stand but his leg gives, the bar moving some. Jojo holds in a scream and the metal scraps against the bone, making a weird noise. "Please..."

Kyra awkwardly stood with Joel and the other guy named Luis. Too many men... Doug had gone up. Maybe she wanted some company?
"I'm gonna go check on Doug." she announced, and felt for the stairs and carefully went up. "Doug?" There was a closed door and she assumed she was inside and knocked the door."

"Well, there's like this big piece of metal in his leg and I'm very sure he has a concussion." he reported. Seeing the man lower the gun, he relaxed by a bit. He looked back at Joe and gave him an intent stare. "Please, stay down. You'll hurt yourself even more!" he half growled. "I'm not leaving you yet, geez..." turning back to the couple he added, "And i think his ear is busted."

Buddy looked at Caroline. "Is it worth it?" He asks. "To try and save him?" He was not sure with that many injuries he was bond to die of infection if nothing else.

Jojo was starting to regain some of his hearing, yet there was still a ring. "I promise I'll work for my keep, even if I can't do much to help I'll find a way!" He begs not wanting to die. He's leg ways starting to throb again this time worse than before.

"I-it can't hurt checking him, though?" She didn't like those question. She was a freaking paramedic! The kind person who had to try helping anyone. If the person of DOA, then there was nothing they could do. But if she could, of course she would try to save someone. That was her job. So, she couldn't really say yes or no.

"I don't really ca-know." Michael said, almost saying I don't care. He didn't really care, but it kinda sucked to see someone in pain. Though he usually didn't have emotions of sympathy or empathy. Usually.

Buddy nods. "When he can work I want him helping though." He growls not wanting a able bodied man to go the waste.

Jojo again tries to drag himself up again. "I'm able! Please just don't let me die! I have to try to get to my family!"

"That's certainly reasonable." Caroline agreed with him. "I'll just go ahead... And take a look." She carefully stepped through the debit and rubble and to the man and boy, taking a glance at the ground near them, seeing bloo on the ground. Upon reaching them, she realized that the man was indeed in very bad shape, mostly regarding his leg, though there was blood that she supposed was from his ear on his head. The boy was probably right about a concussion. As he had said, there was a large piece of metal lodged in his leg.

"It's quite the mess. And he lost a a lot of blood." Michael told her stating the obvious,